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recolle2018-03-15 11:17 pm
notyourutopian) wrote in recolle2018-03-15 11:17 pm
It's important to stay busy.
WHO: Eleanor Lamb and YOU.
WHERE: Around Recollé and the surrounding territories
WHEN: Throughout the month.
WHAT: Drones, exploration, travel
WARNINGS: Nothing so far.
In Recollé
1. - Drones, drones, drones
People in the park might find themselves in the sudden company of a rather bizarre drone that puttered and wizzed along through the air, it's bright green lights blinking and flashing as it's helicopter blade ducked under tree branches and past bushes. For looking as unwieldy as it does, it is surprisingly agile, zipping around trees and people far more easily than it's single propeller should really allow.
Eleanor was following along after it, a tablet it in her hands, occasionally tapping a button on the screen, her gaze fixed on the little machine. It doesn't look like she's steering it, more like just making occasional suggestions. Occasionally it buzzes to close to someone or something and she could be heard making a frustrated groan.
Did it buzz you? Or are you just curious about the steampunk nonsense that is her drone? Come say hello!
2. Broken Drones
Alternately, she could be found later sitting at a park picnic table, the drone on it's side, a large panel opened in the back. A stretch of tools are in front of her, and she's fiddling with some wires inside it. There was a spark and she yelped, yanking her hand back and dropping her screwdriver. She shook her fingers to get rid of the pain and and gave the dormant machine a dirty look.
3. Uncoordinated Drones
Later still, the drone is floating around in the air forty feet of the ground with a large bug net hooked o the front of it. Eleanor is standing in the center of a clearing, with a tennis ball in her hand. She narrows her eyes, and the ball rockets off her palm and into the air above the drone. The little machine bings and whistles as it hurries over to catch it...and misses.
Eleanor just sighs. Judging from the number of tennis balls on the grass around her compared to the very few in the drones basket, this particular experiment was not going well...
In Pesgare
5. Aren't boats just great?
Eleanor felt so much more uncomfortable on the boat than she had expected.
Going out to Pesgare had been a test, really. Her feelings about the ocean were...complicated. But she couldn't let them keep holding her back, she had to get past how uncomfortable it made her, because it was ridiculous. She'd loved the ocean before, and now...ugh.
Stupid memories.
At the moment she was pacing around the the edge of the boat, one long, anxious circle, her hands alternately shoved into her pockets or clenched at her sides, her blue eyes on the water. She probably should've just moved somewhere she couldn't see it, but that felt too much like running away.
She definitely needed a distraction though. Help?
5. There's always a girl and a lighthouse.
She couldn't actually remember ever seeing a light house in person before. Which was bizarre when she really thought about it, weren't lighthouses kind of normal? But maybe not when they were mostly inland. But...still.
The one in her memories, a brief flash of one, looked nothing like the plain, friendly one here in Pesgare. That had been monolithic and imposing. This was...almost cute, really. But she still felt a little hesitant as she approached it, hands stuffed into her pockets. Hm.
She hesitated as she saw someone else nearby, glancing over at them. "Think they let people go up to the top of that thing?" She asked by way of saying hello.
In Respatrum
6. Blacksmiths
El had never given much thought to metalworking, outside of that the bits of metal she used for her machines had to have come from somewhere. But there was something fascinating about watching people actually making things out of molten metal. She could be found wandering through the tunnels, stopping here and there to watch people work, occasionally asking questions and even less occasionally getting an answer.
They weren't the most chatty people, were they?
When someone else passed by, she waved a hand to get their attention. "I don't suppose you've had any luck getting them to explain how they're doing things, have you?" She asked hopefully. Maybe they'd know a trick she didn't. Or could convince her to stop asking, anyway...
Wildcard
[OOC: If there's another idea you have or want to just run into Eleanor around the university, just let me know, we can make it work! Also, brackets or prose are both fine, I'll match whatever comes at me.]
WHERE: Around Recollé and the surrounding territories
WHEN: Throughout the month.
WHAT: Drones, exploration, travel
WARNINGS: Nothing so far.
In Recollé
1. - Drones, drones, drones
People in the park might find themselves in the sudden company of a rather bizarre drone that puttered and wizzed along through the air, it's bright green lights blinking and flashing as it's helicopter blade ducked under tree branches and past bushes. For looking as unwieldy as it does, it is surprisingly agile, zipping around trees and people far more easily than it's single propeller should really allow.
Eleanor was following along after it, a tablet it in her hands, occasionally tapping a button on the screen, her gaze fixed on the little machine. It doesn't look like she's steering it, more like just making occasional suggestions. Occasionally it buzzes to close to someone or something and she could be heard making a frustrated groan.
Did it buzz you? Or are you just curious about the steampunk nonsense that is her drone? Come say hello!
2. Broken Drones
Alternately, she could be found later sitting at a park picnic table, the drone on it's side, a large panel opened in the back. A stretch of tools are in front of her, and she's fiddling with some wires inside it. There was a spark and she yelped, yanking her hand back and dropping her screwdriver. She shook her fingers to get rid of the pain and and gave the dormant machine a dirty look.
3. Uncoordinated Drones
Later still, the drone is floating around in the air forty feet of the ground with a large bug net hooked o the front of it. Eleanor is standing in the center of a clearing, with a tennis ball in her hand. She narrows her eyes, and the ball rockets off her palm and into the air above the drone. The little machine bings and whistles as it hurries over to catch it...and misses.
Eleanor just sighs. Judging from the number of tennis balls on the grass around her compared to the very few in the drones basket, this particular experiment was not going well...
In Pesgare
5. Aren't boats just great?
Eleanor felt so much more uncomfortable on the boat than she had expected.
Going out to Pesgare had been a test, really. Her feelings about the ocean were...complicated. But she couldn't let them keep holding her back, she had to get past how uncomfortable it made her, because it was ridiculous. She'd loved the ocean before, and now...ugh.
Stupid memories.
At the moment she was pacing around the the edge of the boat, one long, anxious circle, her hands alternately shoved into her pockets or clenched at her sides, her blue eyes on the water. She probably should've just moved somewhere she couldn't see it, but that felt too much like running away.
She definitely needed a distraction though. Help?
5. There's always a girl and a lighthouse.
She couldn't actually remember ever seeing a light house in person before. Which was bizarre when she really thought about it, weren't lighthouses kind of normal? But maybe not when they were mostly inland. But...still.
The one in her memories, a brief flash of one, looked nothing like the plain, friendly one here in Pesgare. That had been monolithic and imposing. This was...almost cute, really. But she still felt a little hesitant as she approached it, hands stuffed into her pockets. Hm.
She hesitated as she saw someone else nearby, glancing over at them. "Think they let people go up to the top of that thing?" She asked by way of saying hello.
In Respatrum
6. Blacksmiths
El had never given much thought to metalworking, outside of that the bits of metal she used for her machines had to have come from somewhere. But there was something fascinating about watching people actually making things out of molten metal. She could be found wandering through the tunnels, stopping here and there to watch people work, occasionally asking questions and even less occasionally getting an answer.
They weren't the most chatty people, were they?
When someone else passed by, she waved a hand to get their attention. "I don't suppose you've had any luck getting them to explain how they're doing things, have you?" She asked hopefully. Maybe they'd know a trick she didn't. Or could convince her to stop asking, anyway...
Wildcard
[OOC: If there's another idea you have or want to just run into Eleanor around the university, just let me know, we can make it work! Also, brackets or prose are both fine, I'll match whatever comes at me.]
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